TwentyIn the dorm upstairs Paul and Angela collected blankets and supplies, as much to keep busy as because they needed blankets and supplies. Angela searched the bathroom cabinets for anything, anything, that might help Chief Cross. Paul went through the single massive walk-in closet. There, in the corner farthest from the door, on a shelf behind several boxes, he found a Thermos container. Beneath the closet's bare hanging bulb its contents looked like water and smelled like nothing at all. The professor stepped into the dorm, poured a taste into the cup top, wet his tongue, and gagged.
“What is it?” Angela called out, coming from the lav at the sound.
“What it is,” Paul said with a grimace, “is gin.” He coughed, still tasting the juniper pine. “It's bad enough we have monsters in the
